Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.